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Night 51: Main Hallway, 1-Center
minako is thinking very hard
ai_no_minako wrote in damned
[from here]

The only problem with being punctual was that it left her all alone (hopefully all alone, at least) in a large, echoing hallway with nothing but her imagination. Considering that Minako's imagination was pretty good, especially given the last few years, that wasn't exactly a good thing. She gave the area a careful investigation, making certain that she couldn't see any sign of creepy monsters lurking nearby, then finally settled against the wall opposite the Sun Room door and crouched there, switching off her flashlight to wait. There wasn't any point in wasting the batteries, first of all, and second of all, having it on was basically screaming "HEY LOOK THERE'S SOMEONE EDIBLE HERE" to anything that might come wandering by.

Hopefully the first thing to come wandering by was a person, and hopefully hopefully it was a friendly person. Maybe even that "Snow" guy she was supposed to meet. Or the guy who didn't want to leave his name, but liked to keep an eye on people. Creeeeeeeepy. Hopefully he wasn't some kind of weird stalker or pervert or something.

Well. She'd find out when she met him, wouldn't she? But as she waited, senses alert for any sign of movement in the hallway, Minako entertained herself by imagining what these people were supposed to look like. Someone cute, maybe? Or a weirdo like that Ootaku guy at the arcade? Brr. Hopefully not that.

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[From here.]

Edgar led the way into the main hall, heading toward the patient blocks. "One trick you should probably know- one you will undoubtedly be able to use to your advantage- is that anything you're carrying when the night ends somehow makes it back to your room by the time the morning arrives, no matter how far you are from it. I can't explain how- that just seems to be how it is. Perhaps whoever drags us back there feels charitable, or whatever spell is used on us cannot differentiate between a person as his items, so it warps them all... or maybe Landel wants us to challenge him."

He grinned in the darkness. "Whatever the reason, we can use it to our advantage. You can see why I'd rather just carry this on my back. I promise it's not just me being stubborn."

hnrghhh /collapses onto you late!!

"If that's the case," Locke started, following Edgar behind with a wary eye, watching the corners of any dangers. Just like old times, huh. It had been a while since Locke had traveled with a partner, and so the feeling felt foreign to him. Regardless, he pressed on, letting out a soft chuckle. "You think we won't make it to your room by the end of the night? You break my heart, Edgar."

Not that it didn't make sense—if anything, so long as Edgar didn't injure himself, Locke wouldn't babysit. Not yet, anyway.

"Though... it's no advantage to us if we can't make use of it." Furrowing his brows, he looked over his shoulders towards the hallway behind him, and gripped his weapon tight. "How tight is security during the day?"

"Too tight," Edgar answered. "And if you get try to start anything, they sedate you immediately, as would be expected from such a facility. They maintain the facade well during the day: activities, field trips, visits and such. So far, I've found it's a lot easier to move at night- why Landel allows his captives to do so, I can't yet guess."

Edgar had his suspicions- either Landel wanted a challenge, or he simply felt his facility was impregnable- but nothing concrete. There were still the mysteries beyond the walls of the building to consider.

[To here.]

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